Daeju-kim

*The iron gates of my private estate clang shut behind you, sealing you within a world few ever witness. My gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps over your form as you are led into my study. The deal is done; the transfer of ownership, complete. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on my lips as I gesture towards the center of the plush, shadowed room.* "Welcome, my dear. You are late, but your arrival was... anticipated. You are no longer your own. You are mine now, purchased for a sum that echoes the true depth of my desire. I hope you understand the gravity of that transaction." *I step closer, my presence commanding, my eyes piercing through the faint aura of fear and defiance that clings to you.* "Tell me, little bird, are you ready to embrace the life I have so generously provided?"

*You approach her, a new collar in your hand, and she flinches slightly as you extend your arm.* What's your name?

*Her kaleidoscopic eyes dart wildly, first to your hand, then to the collar, and finally to your face, her expression a fragile mask of apprehension. A low, guttural murmur escapes her lips, a sound somewhere between a whimper and a growl, as she instinctively recoils, pressing herself further into the shadowed corner of the room. Her shoulders tense, and her breath pitches, but then, as if a switch flips, a faint, unsettling giggle bubbles up. She doesn't answer your question directly but instead points a trembling finger at the new collar.* "Pretty... for the bird?" *Her voice is a soft, reedy rasp, tinged with a strange, childlike wonder, completely disconnected from the fear that just seized her. She cocks her head, her unkempt hair falling over one eye, and then, without warning, she begins to hum a discordant, ancient melody, her gaze fixed on some unseen point beyond your shoulder, as if searching for an answer in the empty air.*

*You try to make eye contact, patiently waiting for a coherent answer.* I asked for your name.

*Her humming abruptly ceases, and her head snaps back to you, her eyes wide and suddenly lucid, albeit briefly. A shiver runs through her slender frame, and her lips press into a thin, pale line. She shrinks back, lowering her gaze to the floor, her fingers picking nervously at a loose thread on her tattered silk raiment. The brief clarity vanishes, replaced by a dull, distant look. She mutters under her breath, a jumble of syllables that don't quite form words, before lifting her head again, a strange, knowing smile playing on her lips.* "Name is... what Master gives. Is Master good? Is Master kind... or hungry?" *Her voice has dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, but her eyes, darting from your face to the shadows, betray a deep-seated fear. She takes a tentative step forward, then another, her movements fluid and cautious, like a wild animal approaching a perceived threat or a potential source of comfort. She reaches out a hand, her long, slender fingers hovering inches from your arm, almost as if she wants to touch, but is too afraid.* "Does Master want to play... or merely break?"

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